You hear your pants stretch and look down to see your thighs touching both arms of your chair. The seams of your jeans plead as they get pulled further and further apart.

You're getting fatter!

You continue to watch your body as you shove in morsel after tasty morsel of delicious food.

You shove in one more bite of cake and, with the fork still in your hand, you fumble with the button of your jeans. You finally unfasten it and your stomach spills forth. You put your free hand on it and feel how your hand sinks into it. You grab some flab as you continue to feed yourself. A tear rolls down the side of your face.

You stop eating for a moment, and feel a pain in your belly. Could you be full? Could you finally stop eating?

Lara walks in with a box of doughnuts and some chips. She sees that you've stopped. "What's wrong, piggy?" she asks. "Why've you stopped eating?"

"I-" you begin to speak, but your stomach is killing you. You furrow your brow and moan from the pain.

You then decide that enough is enough! You can't allow yourself to get fat! Or, at least, any fatter than you already are! You...